Day Three Hundred and Eight - Turducken

Dear all,

It's the Super Bowl! The second biggest 'eating' day in North America of the year, coming in close behind the mighty Thanksgiving ( What better way to celebrate a World Class sporting event than to eat your own body weights worth of potato chips).

Darren and I thought we would raise the bar and (after months and months of discussion) ordered the celebrated food-of-kings, a 'Turducken' from Blue Ridge Meats ready for the Super Bowl. The chap that owns 'Blue Ridge' is also from 'Ol Blighty and despite a labored *Groan* when I bounced into the Butcher to ask if I could order a Turducken, he obliged and told me to come back in one week to collect it. The reason he may have been a 'little' apprehensive is that he would now have to stuff a chicken, into a duck and then stuff this all into a Turkey; along with stuffing, all for little me!

I managed to get away from work a little early and sped (This is, of course, a relative term due to the current atmospheric conditions, snow and ice) down to collect the 'bird'. Never before have I turned heads in a Butcher, but my goodness it must have been quite a sight: A small Blond girl carrying a bird that is pretty much half her size across Hurontario Street in Collingwood. The other punters in the shop were salivating as I strode through, Turducken in arms, the purpose of a young girl out to feed an army!

Once home, Darren took control immediately and cleared out one *whole* shelf of the fridge and laid the Turducken down to rest for the evening.

The next morning, as I was at work all day, Darren popped the Turducken in the oven and used his culinary magic rubbing in various herbs and spices to the 'bird' and watching it with the eyes of a hawk.

So, the big day arrives! I sped home after an early release from work and got stuck in immediately with peeling a ton of potatoes, carrots and sprouts. Shortly after, the door bust open and the wonderful Anna arrived carrying multiple salads, soon to be followed by Greg, Dale, Dave and Di, fresh from the local Poker tournament at Kelseys.

As the super bowl started, the anticipation was bubbling over as everyone was monitoring the Turducken Thermometer as we waited for the *deep* centre of the bird to reach 170 degrees.

And then it happened.. 170 Degrees! Here is a brief video of Darren and Dave pulling out the Turducken from the oven.

And here it is! Everyone was bursting to try the delicious smelling triple-bird. Di even proffessed to saying that it was the best day of her life ( this is the power of the Turducken ).

Here we are with the long awaited Turducken! It was a thing of beauty.

There are a number of photos but here are a choice few to give a feel of the beast.

1. Darren attempting to grab 'something' from the bird.

2. Darren's first cut into the Turducken ( ...using the ceramic knife. That knife is amazing)

3. Darren now contemplating how to slice the meat from the beast. As you can see from the photos, the layers of Turkey, Duck and Chicken are all nestled together in a juicy, poultry culinary treat!

4. And last but by no means least, Anna was in charge of the Cauldron of Mash ( which, I might add, contained half a brick of butter, a quart of cream and milk... YUM).

Di was in charge of the gravy and needless to say, we used up all the fatty goodness from the pan and then added a good dose of Orgasmic Onion! It was incredible and a brilliant tribute to Di's prowess in the Kitchen.

So, we ate and ate and ate and ate. I think there was a football match on at some point.. but at the end of evening Dave bought out this incredible ice cream cake from Dairy Queen with 'Happy Turducken Bowl' written in ice-cream-icing on top! Now, that is the perfect Super Bowl evening!

The weekend was so wonderful, I ended up falling asleep [mid blog] and Darren had to take me up to bed before the last brussel sprout was eaten.

It was however a truly brilliant brilliant weekend and [I am sure] the start of an annual Turducken-Tradition!